On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Six Skrewts a-blasting,
Five Unicorns,
Four Salamanders,
Three French Parps,
Two Jabberknolls,
And a Fwooper in a Star Tree.

Olympe invited Hagrid to be a special guest professor at Beauxbatons for the second last day of term. Hagrid was delighted to take a special lesson with the third year Care of Magical Creatures class after lunch.

Madame LeBelle, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, greeted Hagrid enthusiastically before the students started arriving.

“I must warn you, ‘Agrid,” said Madame LeBelle, “Not all ze students speak Eenglish, but do not worry, I will translate for you.”

Hagrid nodded nervously. He wished Harry, Ron and Hermione were with him to give him a bit more confidence. But of course they were all back in England.

Slowly the students started filtering down to the open part of the grounds where Hagrid and Madame LeBelle stood waiting. The students looked at Hagrid curiously wondering who he could be. Some of them whispered to each other, causing Hagrid to go slightly red behind his bushy beard.

Madame LeBelle introduced Hagrid to the students and explained that he was a special guest professor.

“Zey are all yours,” Madame LeBelle then said with a smile.

Hagrid looked out at the sea of expectant faces and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, so in these crates I ‘ave some creatures called Blast Ended Skrewts.”

Hagrid went to each of the crates and opened them. There were three crates altogether and each crate held two Blast Ended Skrewts.

“So yeh can all gather ‘round an’ ‘ave a look at ‘em,” Hagrid said with a nervous smile.

The twenty Beauxbatons students milled around the three crates and peered in at the Blast Ended Skrewts. Several of the girls jumped back away from the crates with a squeal when one of the Skrewts let off a small blast from its end.

“Don’ worry, these ones are still fairly young, nothin’ to be scared of,” Hagrid said, “Now the ones with the stingers are the males and the ones with the suckers are the females.”

“But what are ze point of zem?” asked a blonde-haired boy, in a bored tone.

“It’s the least I can do fer letting me teach yeh students today,” Hagrid said.

“Why zank-you, ‘Agrid,” Olympe said with polite smile that hid her true feelings about the Skrewts. In her mind Olympe was thinking that the Skrewts were nowhere near as nice as her previous gifts, but she knew they meant something special to Hagrid and were a gift from the heart.